Miss Missing You (a Patrick Stump fanfiction) (edited)

Chapter Six

A week later, I was working a ridiculously stressful shift at the restaurant. Every customer was annoying and needy. My boss was on my back the whole time. I couldn't wait to quit this place-but Tom didn't have the money to pay us a living wage at the moment. Winning nationals would help for sure. It was snowing when I stepped out of my restaurant to go to rehearsal.

Patrick had been kind but distant from me since the night at my apartment. He barely spoke to me at rehearsal, and hardly spent any time before or after either. I gave him his space, because he needed time to come to terms with everything we talked about.

Wills car pulled to a stop in front of me. "Need a ride?" he asked, rolling down the window. I shivered and nodded, slipping into the passenger seat. "Thank god. That was about to be a long walk." I said as I buckled my seat belt.

Will turned up the heat as we drove to the studio. "You know I'm always here for you. I figured I'd swing by when I found out it was snowing today. I half figured you'd be with Patrick, since you went from hating him to loving him so quickly." He said.

"Wait what?" I asked. Was he teasing? Was he jealous?

"Relax, it was a joke." Will said. I smiled, but there was still something about his tone that put me on edge.

"So, how's life?" he asked. "We've barely talked since Fall Out Boy got here."

"Yeah, we've both been busy I guess." I replied.

"We have. So, what has been up with Tori Eaton?" he asked. He sounded a little more normal now.

"Work. Dancing. Work." I said, offering him a smile.

He smiled back and we pulled into the studio. "I guess you have been busy." He said.

I got out of the car and we walked inside. Tom was directing the young girls and boys who were just starting at our studio. Patrick was watching. I didn't see the others anywhere.

"I'm going to go get ready." I said to Will.

He nodded at me and I walked to my dressing room to change. Today was a dress rehearsal. I pulled out a dress and started changing.

Patricks POV

This was killing me slowly. I had to think of a way. Anything to make Tori love me again. But what? What the hell was I supposed to do?

A song.

Yes, we were performing together already. But I wanted an intimate performance for us. Just us.

But how did I get her to agree to that?

What if I got her to sing one of our songs? We could sing the song I wrote about her, and then maybe after I'd tell her it was about her. She'd love it. Or would she?

I don't know where you're going but do you got room for one more troubled soul?

Would she like that one? I didn't know. Maybe I could ask her to do Just One Yesterday with me. That was at least a duet already. Or maybe Thanks For The Memories, since that one was about her too.

I shouldn't tell her that.

I stood up and went to her dressing room. Like I hadn't knocked a week ago, I didn't knock now. I walked in and saw her sitting at her vanity, doing her makeup. I hated how much makeup she wore here. She was so beautiful without all that stuff on her face. But I couldn't really say anything, and she would just ignore me if I did.

"Patrick." She said. "Do I need to teach you how to knock?" She didn't sound too annoyed. At least she was fully clothed this time, not wearing those shorts that would make a man swoon. I had better composure this time.